I kissed him, breathless and needful. I looked up to see that he was watching me with dark eyes. He needed me as much as I needed him. I let go of the stethoscope and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He held onto the headboard, using it as his own leverage to thrust deeper into me. My hips arched and bucked into him, wanting even more of him. He filled me completely, yet I wanted more. I couldn't get enough of him, even when he was hilt deep.
“More, Doctor,” I whispered. He thrust harder.
“Anything you want, Nurse,” he gasped.
He sat up and with a smooth motion flipped me onto my stomach. He pressed his hand into my low back and skewered me. I cried out as he filled me from a new direction.
He was in complete control with his hand on my lower back. I could writhe, but he set the pace. I moaned into the pillow, losing myself to his every thrust.
“Hannah,” he groaned. He swelled, his fingers digging into my hips as he put me in the spot that felt best for him.
With a guttural cry, he lost himself to me completely.
Best doctor's appointment ever.
Chapter 19
I lay on the bed and panted for breath.
That was quite possibly the hottest sex I'd ever had in my life.
“That was amazing, Dr. Matthews,” I finally gasped. I rolled over to see him grinning at me.
“I didn't know that the doctor thing did it for you,” he teased. “Now I know why you jumped my bones at the clinic.”
I gave his shoulder a gentle push. “You jumped my bones,” I told him.
He laughed and reached for me, apparently ready for another session of jumping.
That's when I heard the unmistakable sound of my front door opening, followed by my mother's voice.
“Hannah? Are you home?”
Jacob and I looked at one another and our eyes got big. My mother was a founding member of the Ladies' Bridge Club. If she saw us together, we'd be toast.
We both scrambled off the bed. I grabbed an old robe hanging off my nightstand and wrapped it around me. Jacob jumped into his underwear and opened my window.
“It looks like it's just her. I don't see your dad in the car,” he whispered. He frowned as he looked around the room at the mess we had made. “My clothes are all wet.”
“He could still be here, so be careful,” I hissed. “You have the scrubs in my kitchen. The kitchen door should still be open.”
Apparently it didn't matter if I locked my doors.
“Should be open?” he asked, not looking thrilled at the prospect of getting stuck outside my house in only his underwear.
“Hannah? Are you upstairs?” My mother's voice echoed up the stairs. She was nearly to my door.
We didn't have time to come up with a better plan.
I motioned to Jacob to go out the window. At least it wasn't raining anymore. He slipped out onto the roof just as my mother threw open my bedroom door.
“There you are. Why was your door locked?” she asked me as if she hadn't just barged into my house, let alone my bedroom, unannounced.
“Because I don't want random people walking into my house,” I said, crossing my arms. “You could have called.”
“I did. You didn't pick up.”